Her Pucking One Night Stand (Game On Daddies #1)

5. SVEN DOGGIE

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SVEN "DOGGIE"

Our newest hottie is doing her best climb onto Eric’s face, but apparently, balance isn’t her forte. As she tries to position herself over his tongue, she nearly teeters off the back of the sofa, so Levi and I jump in with the assist.

With me on her left, our goalie on her right, and Eric’s grip on her ass, we stabilize her, each of us tuned into her every move. And just before Eric opens up and says, “Ahh,” his features light up like a Christmas tree. The sight of her lowering herself onto him has me lit up too, as well as my fucking cock. Steel stands no chance.

Her small hands grip our shoulders for balance, her knuckles tightening as she rides Eric’s face like she was made for it. We don’t usually take our hotties at the same time, but it’s hard to resist with her. My hand finds its way to her killer tits, kneading them, feeling her shudder under my touch. And before I can stop myself, I close my mouth over her left nipple, sucking slowly, teasingly, as she arches into me with a soft moan. Meanwhile, our goalie leans in, his lips brushing her neck as he inhales deeply, clearly intoxicated by her scent. His free hand slides down to massage the bulge straining against his fly.

It’s been a while since we found a hottie who’s willing to indulge our particular preferences in the sack. And there’s something about this hottie that feels different. Maybe it’s her innocence or the secrets behind her guarded eyes. Maybe it’s the mix of curiosity and restraint. She’s careful, but there’s a spark of wildness in her, just waiting to come alive. So maybe she’s been waiting for the right man—or should I say men—to awaken that side of her.

And it’s not about trying to be overly sexy—she doesn’t need to be. It’s the quiet confidence she carries without even knowing it that draws me in.

Finding her almost feels like a gift, especially knowing how busy things are about to get for us. The hours, the days, the weeks ahead—they’re all spoken for.

“Mmm,” Hottie hums, her toes clenching into the suede along the back cushions.

Hottie’s hands now dig into Eric’s messy hair, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. I don’t know why the three of us get off doing things this way, but we just do. I’m so fucking glad Levi chose that bar to swagger into.

There are three things Eric loves to brag about, in no specific order: his sniper skills, his affinity for animals, and his talent with his insanely long tongue. And his tongue is working magic on our hottie right now.

“Oh… ooh, ooh, ooh… ”

That’s right. Get her, boy.

While Levi and I might be providing her with some support, this is Eric’s round. Sure, we cheated a little and stole a taste when it wasn’t technically our turn, but we don’t usually dive in all at once—not this time, at least. There’s a method to our madness, a system that works for us, and since we live by the old adage of ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,’ we don’t need to change things up.

Still, being this up close and personal in moments of pleasure is its own kind of glory. There’s also the perpetual bet we’ve got going on: whoever racks up the most climaxes from her before spewing takes the crown as the best of the best. It’s a title I hold more often than note, though the other two are always giving me a run for my money.

What can I say? As professional athletes, competition is in our blood, and we take each and every one of our games seriously.

But maybe… maybe we just haven’t found the woman who makes us want to forget the game entirely. The one who makes us want to push past the limits we’ve set for ourselves and discover what we’re really capable of.

For some reason, Hottie seems to be hitting all the right buttons.

And Eric seems to be hitting all the right spots on her. He’s making some serious progress. Even in that precarious position, our hottie is rocking and writhing on him like she can’t get enough. Her tits are bouncing exactly the way I love, and she’s jerking those perfect hips faster and faster, desperate for more. Unlike most women these days, her pussy hasn’t been waxed and shaved within an inch of its life. Call me old-school, but the natural look drives me fucking wild—and it’s such a rare find.

It's got me counting down the minutes until it’s my turn like a teenager on prom night.

“Oh, God. I’m… I’m gonna…” Hottie shudders. And then, seconds later, she shrieks.

Man, I love a good screamer, and she’s hitting all the right notes. She dives forward, her fingers tangling deeper in his hair, her whole body going taut as she cries out. After a minute, her muscles finally relax, leaving her so spent she might slip off if Eric weren’t dead set on holding her there.

But the Eric I know doesn’t quit—he doubles down, keeping her right where she belongs.

He gets her there a second time not long after. But even for someone at our fitness level, having a full-grown woman pressing most of her weight onto your head and neck at that angle has its limits. For round three, he pulls her down to his lap, then flicks me a look. I catch his drift and slide out of the way as he shifts her off him and onto the cushions beside him.

My buddy wastes no time grabbing his rubber while stripping down, casually tossing his T-shirt and blue jeans onto the oval coffee table without so much as a glance. Then, once suited up, he stretches his body over hers, his cock rubbing against her slick folds, pushing inside her, stretching her, filling her inch by inch. He groans, a low and gruff sound, into the crook of her neck. His thrusts are slow at first, but then…

“Please,” she whimpers in his ear, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. “Take me.”

Her plea stirs something inside of him, awakening a side I’ve never seen before. He bites her bottom lip with a sharp, possessive hunger before pulling her into a deep, breath-stealing kiss. His tongue plunges into her mouth, inhaling her essence as if trying to imprint himself on her soul. He tightens his grip on her thighs, lifting her hips higher as he drives into her with force.

“She feel good, Odds?” Levi asks, his tone sharp as usual under these circumstances.

Eric answers, his voice husky, his gaze piercing into Hottie’s eyes. “The sweetest fucking sin.” He pauses mid-stroke, a wicked smirk curling on his lips, promising more than just words. “I’ll burn in hell for the way I’m about to devour this pussy.” He growls, going from zero to sixty in a heartbeat, his hips slamming against hers, the sound of their bodies clapping echoing through the suite.

Levi always asks questions about our hotties—how they feel, and how they taste—and Eric never hesitates to give him a description that fuels his excitement. But this time, Eric’s words hit differently. The way he talks about her... there’s something new in his voice. She must have the tightest pussy. The thought makes me throb, my libido clamoring for her.

Eric’s got stamina—we all do, thanks to our vocations—but I can tell he’s nearing the bottom of his endurance with Hottie. Sweat is dripping off his forehead, his breathing ragged, and the rhythm of his thrusts is starting to become erratic. Seems he might struggle to get more than three orgasms out of her, until he switches from missionary to something else.

Shit.

He’s pulled this move before. He’s spooning her from behind, so he can enter her from a different angle and have his hands within easy reach of her nipples and clit. Hottie surges into orgasm number four, all while muttering nonsensical sounds that can’t really be considered words.

“Uh… mmm, muh…”

Fuck.

I unzip my jeans, releasing my hard, aching cock from its cage. She’s so irresistibly ripe for the picking that when Eric rolls back from her, I can’t help but scoop her up and carry her into the next room. Her soft ass fits perfectly in my grip, and as her legs wrap around my waist, the tip of my dick grazes her slick pussy, the heat radiating off her testing my patience. The way she clings to me, begging without words, has me on the edge—God, I could just slide my entire length up into her right the fuck now, and I bet it would feel like heaven.

Her breathing is heavy, so I’ll give her a minute, but not a second more. I’m dying to have her —no holds barred.

I see the anticipation behind her eyes as I gently lay her down on the freshly made king-sized bed and begin to undress.

My turn.